Terliur

Besar harapan hari tok

Mok join walk-a-mile … p x jadi sbb hujan so mata pun terlelap lekak berniat tdo kejap jak kejappppp jak lekak subuh…. 

Mok nangga grey’s anatomy latest episode …. P x jadi juak sebab nya lom abiz loading since lastnite. The internet connection is crazy slow and I can’t even begin to say the frustration that I felt.

So plan untuk cuci kereta, kemaskan laman rumah yang dah jadi macam secondary forest and kol 10 patutnya ke damai sebab ada event with student. Masih pk mok g ka sik. I am still very much sunburned from my last trip. So klak la decide.

Anyway, I was browsing through Instagram and start to follow those who upload amazing scenery pictures. Then I compared it with my own uploads. Unfortunately my uploads was as boring as it can be with pictures of food, my bangles, more food, beauty products and (fortunately) a bit of scenery. 

Anyway (again) last week I heard a talk that enlightens the ethics on sharing information on social network. Have you ever asked yourself why you say things that you said on FB/Twitter and so on? Have you ever think that each time you post something like, “coffee session at Starbucks Shibuya Crossing”, you actually cause your haters to hate you more and you are actually hurting the feelings of those who couldn’t afford such luxury? (Of course I am one of the crazies who LOVE to post everything online).

Have you heard about how when we are cooking something so tasty, and if our neighbors can smell our cooking, we are supposed to share it with them, even just a little? …. supaya jiran tak terliur….

I guess it’s the same policy with our social network. Each time we want to post something, ask our self why and is it necessary? Will it bring more pros or cons?

And finally and excerpt from "Rasul Mulia, Akhlak Mulia, Umat Mulia" ;

Whole new level of heartbreak...

Sometimes things happened and it changed your perspective towards other things.

Things happened and it somehow opens your eyes and changes your attitude towards other people.

I learned a whole new level of heartbreak last week. Even after one week, I can’t get over it. I’ve been ruminating about blogging this cuz it is supposed to be kept a secret. After a while I thought there is no harm of sharing as long as I didn’t give out the details.

Though no words can exactly describe what I feel after I saw what I saw.

Usually, each child has their own adults attending to their needs. Kids especially those ages around 4 or 5 years need attention…they are still struggling to feed themselves and always need the help of adults in their life. Most of the kids we know are lucky. They have their parents or siblings or uncles and aunts and cousins and so on to help them even with the menial task…even to just make sure they get a goodnight kiss each night.

Imagine kids who don’t have such pleasure…such help…I was there for them for only about 1 hour or so; to feed one or two of them, help them to pour their drinks and chat with them, entertained them the way kids love. 

I looked around and i feel so helpless. There are more than 20 of them. They are kids without parents, kids without elder sisters or brothers to help them with, kids without adults that they can truly rely on. Even if they do have elder sisters, the sister couldn’t help much, she still need help on her own. She still needs adults to take care of her.

Saying goodbye is the hardest bit. Without thinking, I hug and kiss their cheek as we were saying goodbye, those were the kids that I talked with. Before I know it, others, perhaps they have been watching me hugging their friends, come over and say, “boleh hug kah kakak?”…that is how much they deprived love. Of course…I hug them as I feel my heart breaking to pieces and tears welling up in my eyes.

One of them asked me, “esok kakak datang agik kah?”…. but she cut herself short. She knew that is not possible. I knew that is not possible. As badly as I wanted to, I was not allowed to come and go as I pleased.

In a way, they are the lucky ones. They have food and shelter. They still get the attention from those working there. There are people who care and organized such function for them. Even though it is not that much, but at least they are not on the streets, starving and cold. They are clean and get the education they very much needed….

But compared to us? Who are the lucky ones?!

…

Mine is black....what's yours?

I am currently watching mtv

Kinda bored but pretty overwhelmed with my readings

Yesterday,  I went to see my boss and i spent few minutes unable to talk because I couldn’t stop coughing. Turns out my addiction to coffee making my coughing so much worst.

I am going to my bestie wedding today. Pretty excited for her. They have been together for 8 years. The guy had a crush on her since god knows when... hehe....happy for you!!

She is so pretty. I asked her how did she manage to maintain her weight and she said it has been a year since she ate NASI....this is not the first time I heard such things. It’s the no-carb diet. I desperately need this. One thing u must do when you r on this diet is that you must keep yourself hydrated. Otherwise it would be bad for your body because low carbs means high protein...and tralalala u must keep yourself hydrated (I refuse to give u guys the biochemistry speech... :p)

Black.

It is my preferred colour for most of my dress. People said I love it because it kinda hide my fattiness....and I said it is because black makes me looks good...same meaning, different way of saying it.. ;)

I honestly have nothing against wearing rainbow-coloured clothing but for me myself, I prefer dark colour...and black is the nicest!

Some people said it affect my moods and I told them, when I am comfortable, I feel good and when I feel good, my mood elevated.

So nope, black has nothing to do with my mood.

It is just how you see me.

How can you tell if I am sad (or happy) when I am smiling so widely till my cheek hurts?

My point is, don’t judge me unless you truly know me... ;)

Heard a story about how once a co-worker also loves to wear black to work, then one day her superior call her and asked her to wear something else. I mean other colour apart from black.

When I first heard this, I think it is absurd for her superior to do so. But come to think of it, it is not that ridiculous. Perhaps her superior is one of many people who tend to judge people based on their appearance and appearance only! It is true that dari mata jatuh ke hati but hey, it is so much more than that.

Tak kenal maka tak cinta. So just give that person a chance. Perhaps her personality is more colourful than her clothing. I am certainly aiming for that.

It is actually fun to challenge yourself doing such things. For example, trying to make yourself more colourful behind all that blackness. 

Another challenge is to stay cheerful and upbeat even when it is raining heavily and there is thunder now and then.

Believe it or not, our mood does being affected by our surrounding. I’ve mentioned before why during rainy days, we tend to feel less upbeat compared to sunny day. (make it extra hot and stuffy day, then you will be close to being grumpy… :P)

okey.....i need to get ready for my friend's wedding! I am SO EXCITED! :D